After Aslynne rolled to the side Tyler lay still and silent for a moment, regaining his breath, taking in the sight, her words, recent events. 
He lifted a leg in the air and let is slowly drift back down. He raised his free arm and sway it about studying the sensation.
"Wha, what the hell is going on?" He asks, visibly shaken.
Suddenly his arm slams down hitting the ground and shooting his upper body up into a seating position. He smiled and winced at the same time.
Bringing his arms around in front of himself he looks down at his shaking hands, "Ah SHIT!" He growls seeing a finger jutting off sideways from the first joint.

"Ahh, yea I think I'm ok," he responded to Ved without seeing him. "Are you?" He asks through gritted teeth as he twisted to look at Aslynne.
Questions ran through his head, tall buildings? Floating feeling? The colour? But his instincts to look after others overrode all that as he coped with the strangeness by doing what was natural for him. 

With his good hand he reaches up to part her hair and inspect the wound.
"Oh god I'm so sorry"